The Arcane Mage's Summons

"You're awake?"

When Merlin opened his eyes, he saw that besides the puppet, Maya was standing before him.

A trace of delight showed on Maya's face. It seemed he, too, was very satisfied with the benefits he had received from the Purple Emperor.

"Mage Merlin, I'm afraid we must leave."

Maya pointed at the puppet beside him.

"What happened?"

Merlin had only just begun to refine the Mental Power System. Though his strength had not increased noticeably, it was immensely important to him—not only because he could now almost touch the Illusion Heart Realm, but also because the preliminary completion of the Mental Power System was a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering event for the entire Spellcaster Civilization.

"The master's inheritance has already been given to you. According to the master's original arrangements, once the inheritance disappears, you must leave. This Plane was transformed from the master's body. Without a Planar Origin, the master did not wish for his body to be controlled by others. Therefore, after you leave, the Plane transformed from the master's body will rapidly burn, eventually turning to ashes and vanishing completely within the Void Realm."

Though the puppet spoke calmly, its words carried a trace of age-old desolation.

The Purple Plane was about to disappear. Merlin felt somewhat moved. One of the thirty-six emperors in his day had still died in the end, and after his death, even after countless millions of years, the inheritance he left behind had ultimately not been obtained by his own clansmen. "It is time to leave."

Merlin took a deep breath. Though he could sense the power of the Purple Plane, and though he was somewhat reluctant to see such a powerful Plane disappear, this was the Purple Emperor's decision.

Even if he were unwilling, he could not preserve this Plane.

"Maya,